Ohh so creative with the title.

Warnings: badly written, mpreg, slash, yaoi, slight elements of non-con and sap

He'd been captured at first by the pale skin... here in the east you hardly saw it, the head of the court's mate and a few travelers like this one had the moon pale skin that stood out sharply between the rich browns that still retained the sun.

Then he'd been fascinated by the hair, long and ragged like it's owner did not care about it's upkeep, sweeping over the floor when untied, thick and black but shining purple when the light hit it.

But when he saw the eyes he ceased to remember the others that courted his attention, pathetic submissive weaklings that they were. The narrowed black green eyes had looked at him from over the room, barely glancing over him, like he wasn't important. "Thieves have eyes like that" another traveler commented, brown eyes traveling hatefully over the stranger, messy dishwater hair not quite obscuring the recognition also in those eyes... or the fear.

He leapt at the invitation to join the beauty in a walk, pursued him and finally bedded him, needing to get him out of his head.
 

The body was tight, oh so tight, he couldn't help but drive in fast, pushing until a strangled moan would echo and hips would involuntarily push up against him. In his room scented with sandalwood the pitch black around them made their dawn tryst seem surreal. Pale hands clawed at his back and a snarl was directed at him as he held the hips below him immobile, grinding purposefully onto the prostate, then letting a free hand delve down to where they joined intimately and trace around the sensitive area. He gripped the hips tighter while he teased tightened nipples with his fangs, knowing that the bruises would fade by tomorrow. His companion's skin glowed like the moon outside, the only thing he could seen in the darkness till a pair of gold eyes opened to give him a sultry glare.

How many times had this happened? He'd forgotten, although the sight and feeling of those luscious lips around him would probably wipe the mind anyone else who woke up in his situation, had been a wonderful surprise tho....

He blindly felt around for the rope and untied it, letting fine legs wrap around his waist as the pace grew harder and faster. Their bodies pressed closer together, chest to chest as the white back bowed and arched suddenly, a howl torn from tangled fangs. Then fangs slid into the white neck and brought scream of rapture while a second howl, lower in pitch, cut through the room and they collapsed, sticky with reddish sweat.

He scooted down, resting his head against the soft belly (was it him of did it feel slightly firmer than usual?) and breathed in their combined scents, his cocoa and sandalwood mixed with the other's wisteria and cinnamon with just a hint of blood, why hadn't he noticed that before?

He hugged the body closer and felt his beloved's hands come down to tangle and stroke his thick white hair, something that made him stand out in court, with his honey brown skin and black-blue eyes a sharp contrast. A kiss was placed on the top of his head and he knew that his lover was smiling softly.

"Will you be my mate?" he felt the body tense instantly, this was the third night he had asked this same question, willing to go against what was expected of him. "No..." his heart gave a painful lurch as usual "... I can't... It wouldn't be right"

He pressed closer to the body, burying his face so that the other would feel the tears that were leaking out of his eyes. "Please..." he pressed kissed against the stomach "... please" he rolled over so that the other looked up into his desperate eyes, watched the green eyes shutter, closing and turning away. He nuzzled at the neck, licking the recent neck wounds and felt the chest below his heave with a sigh

"I will think about it"

"Three days"

The slanted eyes widened

"I give you three days to decide"

The eyes closed and he received a brief nod, dawn now full over the horizon and sleep calling to both

"Three days of pain for us both, my love" he heard the whisper just before darkness captured him.

His hand paused on the door, and he took an unneeded breath. Three days had passed so quickly, now he would have an answer from his foreign lover. It didn’t matter that his lover was not one of his own kind, all that mattered was that he would be able to hold Arean close to him forever.

The door opened and he stepped through, stopping dead as he took in what he saw. Anything personal from this room was gone, tucked away into the one trunk that Arean had arrived with. By the dresser the vampire in question stood, dressed in a black travelling tunic and pants, his hair bound back in a braid and swaying along his buttocks as Arean placed the comb that Shiryn had given him onto the dresser.

Arean’s eyes went wide, a faint red flush spreading over his cheeks as he saw that his lover stood in the room.

“Shiryn…” Arean’s voice was husky with nervousness, his hands clenched and shaking as he saw the terrible understanding dawn in the black-blue eyes of the dominant vampire. He backed up as Shiryn came closer, the rage now filling the air a solid presence. His hip bumped into the dresser.

“Sit down Arean” Shiryn’s voice crooned softy, and Arean sat down on the bench in front of the mirror like a puppet cut from its strings, facing his own pale reflection, eyes widened and lips bloodless. He watched Shiryn come up behind him and sat down, two strong thighs pressing his own together, Shiryn’s chest against his back.

Strong graceful hands reached up and began to undo the bindings on his hair, slowly unravelling the braid until his hair hung loose in waves. The comb he had set down before entered his vision as Shiryn commenced brush the long hair straight again and rearrange it into a new style, just a few tiny braids up the top sweeping backwards.

His breath came out in a choked sob as he recognised the hairstyle from the historic murals in the human city nearby. Slaves had worn their hair like this… Concubines had worn their hair like this…

Shiryn’s arms came around his waist and his breath fanned over his ear. The hands stroked over his own, which were lying limply in his lap, a dark golden presence against his pale.

“Is this how it is going to be?”

A tongue slid playfully over his ear, fangs nipping lightly before Shiryn blew cool air over the hurt, feeling Arean’s fame shudder against his own, try to strain away. His eyes narrowed and he tightened his arms, feeling the struggles cease, feeling pleased as his stubborn mate recognised who was stronger.

“Am I going to have to lock you away where no one can hear you?…”

Shiryn’s hand crept to the top of the tunic and began to unbutton it, enough so that the slender neck beneath was revealed

“…No one can see you?…”

The hands moved down, finding nipples beneath the cloth and rolling them in his fingers, causing Arean’s body arch away, then sliding them to Arean’s abdomen and pushing him back, grinding against the two perfect swells of flesh hidden under black cloth.

“No one can take you away… where you will be wholly mine, unable to deny me anything?””

Arean closed his eyes and bit his lip, body humming and aching pleasantly. He felt tears seep from beneath his eyelid and raised his hands to brush them away only to have then pushed back, and feel a tongue do the job for him. His voice was a mere croak but he tried to reason with the other.

“Please… Shiryn it wouldn’t be r…!”

Shiryn’s body slammed into the back of his, forcing him across the dresser, his nose coming face to face with his reflection’s.

“It wouldn’t be right! It wouldn’t be right! That’s all you say! Why wouldn’t it be right Arean? Am I below you maybe? Is the colour of my skin offensive to you?”

He shook his head mutely, the braids from before already loosening and coming out. He gasped as he felt hands lift the material of his tunic and yank down the loose pants he wore beneath.

“No! Shiryn… don’t!”

His hips were being tilted and thumbs slid into the sensitive crease, widening it to bare him to the other's burning gaze. He felt humiliated and defenceless.

“If you love me you wouldn’t do this!”

A hand came down and slapped his ass, making him jump.

“I do this because I love you… “

He was breached then, without preparation, his stomach slamming against the dresser with the force, his body tensing against the intrusion.

Shiryn rested his head against the clothed back, struggling to stay in place and not thrust into the tightness that surrounded him. Below him Arean’s chest heaved, and faint sobs of pain reached his ears. He winced, hurting Arean was the last thing he wanted to do, in the mirror he looked into Arean’s flushed face, the dark green eyes unfocused and bloody lips parted. So beautiful. So very beautiful. He moved his hips carefully, wincing every time he heard more pained noises. He didn’t stop moving though, and soon the sounds from beneath him were ones of pleasure, the pleading words to stop disappearing, apologies and promises to stay taking their place.

He raised his body, and pulled his mate’s hips up firmly, slamming himself in a few times in rapid succession.

Arean’s head came up from where it had been resting against the wood, lidded eyes flying open and flashing to gold, mouth opening in a snarl. He raised his eyes deliberately to meet Shiryn’s in the mirror, closing them briefly before opening and narrowing them, hips jerking back against him hard.

A challenge it was then. Both slamming towards each other again and again and again, the dresser soon marred with gauges, the bench kicked into the corner, a snap that went unheard telling that it had hit the wall.

Shiryn reached forward, yanking a length of the black-violet hair. Arean’s face whipped round, lips pulled back in a snarl before he brought his lips down to tangle violently, tongues tangling in and out of their mouths.

The pressure was building up, becoming a burn that he sought so quell by slamming into the cool body in front of him. Lifting the pale hips in front of him till Arean’s toes barely brushed the floor he started to pound in earnest, reaching for the final intense pleasure that lurked just beyond his grasp. A scream ripped through the room, followed by a higher pitched wail, dresser almost giving out as both their bodies slammed into it.

 

Sladyn caressed the white hip in front of him, smiling as Arean purred and snuggled his head further into the crook of his neck. The travelling tunic had high slits up the side, allowing as much flesh as he wanted to touch without taking away the modesty that Arean was clinging to.

One thing bothered him though.

“I hurt you…” the backs of the white thighs had slight thread fine trails of blood, but it wasn’t that that worried him quite so much… it was the heavy scent of blood that he could definitely smell from Arean’s stomach, had he ruptured something?

Arean’s sleepy smile did little to calm him “It’ll heal” his eyes didn’t even open “yes but… you’re bleeding internally” a yawn “I think I’ve been bleeding like that for a while, you said yourself that my scent had changed” Shiryn shifted uncomfortably, his body telling him that it liked the blood scent. Arean’s mood seemed to shift as though he had sensed his body’s change.

A tongue ran down his throat, sharp fangs jabbing briefly. “I’m hungry… and you’re here…” the fangs teased a bit more “and your blood seems much more nicer than whatever those humans have been supplying… five times I have to feed and I’m still hungry”

Raising his head and ignoring the angry hiss he glanced worriedly at his mate “Five times? That’s not normal”

Arean shrugged and reached up to slowly trace the main artery “If I didn’t know better I’d say I was pre…!” he trailed off, glancing to the side as his face became like stone. Shiryn stiffened, mind suddenly racing with a single thought… hope.

“You were… what?”

Arean shook his head, face still stony.

“What Arean?! You were what?”

The frustration in his voice was obvious.

“That you were pregnant! That’s what you were going to say wasn’t it”

Arean’s eyes flew wide with shock, his mouth dry and the hunger burning deep in his stomach. His beloved's blood was tempting him, but this sudden scene…

“ahh, no…” he trailed off at the look in his mate’s eyes and looked away towards the sheets “…yes” he whispered, and felt Shiryn’s body settle on to his, hand gently moving his face to look into intense dark eyes “you know about the Velassi?” he tried to turn away… here came the disgust, “I don’t know about Velassi… I am Velassi” here it came, a cry of disgust.. and Shiryn ordering him to leave… he closed his eyes tight but opened them as he felt lips ghosting over his face

“Shiryn?”

“I’m so glad…”

“Why?…”

“So am I” was groaned out above him. Lips fastened to his own and there was nothing more to think. Hands caressed him and his mate claimed him again, this time forever.